As the first little stream of sunlight seeps through the curtains we lay in bed naked, legs intertwined, me half laying on you with my head on your chest. I think about last night, the train ride, the all night love making session... the things we did to each other and I burrow into your chest smiling, enjoying your warmth as the crisp morning air surrounds me.
We had been spending as much time together as possible, every time we could slip away... but it never really seemed like enough. We always left each other wanting more... so we decided to sneak away for a weekend to try to completely “fill up” so to speak.
I love astronomy. So much so that I jumped at the chance to teach it after my doctorate was earned, and at a prestigious college, too. I know that you like astronomy, too. All semester, you never missed a class. You sit there, focused on my words as I detail the cosmos, yet relaxed as you take it all in. I've noticed you sitting there, and I have to admit that I tend to deliver my words to you specifically.
On the way home in the car, I started thinking about how you might have felt when no one else signed up for your night time tutorial and I started feeling guilty. I mean, I had practically threatened every other student interested in attending so they wouldn't go... I just had to get you alone. I think you've been lusting after my legs all semester and I just had to know for sure.